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Dani Long Legs!

Oh, hey, Vanessa.

[mocking]: "Oh, hey, Vanessa."

That is not how we greet each other.

Let's try again.

Dani long legs!

-Vandanna! -Better.

But if you don't pep up, I'll start calling you

-"Dani Downer." What's wrong? -Ugh.

I'd rather focus on the positive.

So tell me, have you located a hot location

for the Dupree-Curtis modeling agency

to begin our world domination?

-You know I have. Georgetown is a given. -Mm-hmm.

But U Street is a destination worth considering.

Black Broadway. You know, back in the day,

it was a hub for Black culture, business, entertainment.

When I was researching,

I couldn't believe the famous residents who lived there.

Jazz singers, lawyers, diplomats.

Yeah, a community of trailblazers building a legacy.

Which is exactly what is making my situation so hard.

If I go back to modeling and it's a disaster,

what does that say about my legacy?

"Dandy Dupree, supermodel turned momager turned failure"?

Wait, wait. Let me catch my breath.

You're going back to modeling?

Ow! Ow!

Dani Dupree returning to the covers

of magazines will break the Internet.

-What prompted this? -Pamela.

Our modeling agency isn't making as big a splash

as we thought it would, and so, she has this idea

to put me front and center, but I don't know.

What's not to know? You're hot.

It could be a disaster. It could all backfire.

I've seen it happen before.

One misstep, one wrong decision,

and all of your accomplishments are erased.

JACOB: Oh, hey, babe.

-I didn't expect you home. -Didn't expect you, either.

I, uh, put on the wrong shoes this morning,

and my dogs are killing me.

Mm-hmm.

I was at the hospital seeing June.

Oh, yeah? How's she doing? She good?

She's good. She's better.

But, uh, Madison and the other doctors want

to hold off on discharging her

until they know she has a safe place to go.

Mm-hmm.

I talked to the social worker there,

and hopefully, she can come up with a better option

that June likes, because she's definitely not listening to me.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Kind of like you are not listening to me.

Sorry, babe. I just got back from seeing Smitty.

Is he still worried about Martin?

Yeah. The situation with him hasn't changed.

Look, Naomi, I think your cousin may be in way over his head.

-Congressman. -Ah.

It's unusual to see you having a press conference

without your full staff.

I got elected by being a man of the people,

and I don't think

talking to them on my own is outside that mandate.

No family in sight, so I'm guessing

this doesn't have to do with you running for higher office?

No, that's not in my cards right now.

Oh, here comes your biggest fan.

You'll excuse me if I steal my grandson for a moment?

Mm-hmm.

Thank God I got here in time.

In time for what?

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I better not find out that you've been cheating, Armstrong.

If I cheated, I'd be out of business.

I'm out.

Oh, come on. Play another hand. What else are you gonna do

while you wait till you hear back from your boys?

I never get why you like to play cards at times like these.

-It relaxes me. -Why do you need relaxing?

I'm the one doing all the dirty work.

I worry about you, Marcel.

It's so stressful.

[phone chimes]

They spotted him.

So you're saying Pop threw hands with Kenny?

It wasn't a fight, exactly.

Pop just showed up and decked Kenny in the face.

So all Kenny was doing was just standing there?

Well, he was doing a lot of talking,

but, Tyrell, there's a lot more going on

than what Pop and Dad are saying.

Like what?

Pop and Kenny-- they knew each other somehow.

Like, he didn't just happen to meet you or me.

He did it on purpose.

Like a weirdo?

Why would he do that to us?

To mess with Pop's head.

How come? And how do you know?

Well, Kenny-- he was saying all these weird things,

like calling him "Your Majesty,"

and other, like, cringy stuff,

and talking about how Pop came after him before.

How would Pop have come after Kenny?

And he's not even on stuff like that.

Look, I really don't know all the details,

but it was clear that they had beef.

So... what did pop tell you?

He basically said that Kenny had our family in his crosshairs.

Looking for me?

You will never not be remembered for everything you've achieved.

You are being kind.

I'm being honest.

To this day, people look up to you,

admire you, hang on every word.

I think you're thinking about my daddy, not me.

You want a mission? Here it is.

Be a role model.

Show the up-and-comers

that their time in the biz isn't finite.

Show the "been there, done that-ers"

that their time hasn't expired.

What better way to do that

than by strutting your way across these fears

and self-doubt yourself?

You do have a point.

And I'm not blowing smoke here because I'm your friend.

You have what it takes to make this a success, Dani.

Give yourself some credit.

-Thank you, Vanessa. -Anytime.

Shoot. I have an appointment.

I'll email you those properties, and we'll talk soon, okay?

Of course.

-And thank you again. -Yeah.

-Love you. -Love you.

[quietly]: Yeah.

NAOMI: What do you mean

Martin is in over his head?

Well, apparently there's a guy in Fairmont Crest

who's shown up more than once around the kids.

What? Where? At their schools?

Well, there's no evidence of that,

but it wouldn't surprise me.

But he did make it inside their house.

Well, that's scary.

You mean, like... like a stalker?

I'm not sure, but apparently,

Martin knows who it is and what it's about,

but he won't explain it to Smitty.

But that... that doesn't make sense,

unless...

unless he thinks he's harmless.

I'm pretty sure that's not it, because Martin asked

for police protection for his family.

-That seems wise. -Yeah, you would think, but get this.

The person he wanted to be in charge of it is Marcel.

Your partner, Marcel? Shady Marcel?

-Yeah. -And not your dad?

Right.

Okay, Martin wants protection from the crooked cop

that his own husband is investigating?

Look, if you ask me, something weird is going on.

Remember when I told you that Smitty's theory was

that Marcel was somehow a threat to Martin?

Well, that theory doesn't hold up now.

Yeah, now it seems like they've got each other's backs.

Because even before Martin asked for Marcel's help,

he was trying to get Smitty to drop the story

that he was doing on Marcel.

Okay, Martin is a congressman.

He has to support the police.

I guess he just knows Marcel

as this legendary hero of the police force.

Yeah, I thought the same thing

before I started working with him.

But I'm sure by now Martin is well aware

of Marcel's less-than-legit dealings from Smitty.

Okay, so what are you saying?

That Martin knows Marcel is crooked, and somehow...?

Look, I'm not accusing your cousin of doing anything,

but apparently, according to Smitty,

Martin is dealing with a ton of stress,

and he's not handling it well.

I think this whole situation is coming to a head.

Hmm.

Here's D.C.'s finest at a card table

instead of being outside scouring the city

for our package that went astray.

Cool your jets, Mr. Fixit.

I just tracked his current location.

Waiting on some details, and I'll be on my way to pick it up.

Yeah. That's all I needed to know.

Suddenly, he's not so interested in micromanaging.

Listen, you should know that your Keystone Kop moves--

all the delays and the screw-ups--

have Martin very anxious, to the point where he's talking

about taking charge of things himself.

-What does that mean? -I don't know. I'm not gonna speculate.

But Vernon's gonna try to get him back in line.

But listen, we do not have unlimited time

to remedy this situation.

Understood.

[phone chimes]

Got him.

Bill?

Pour yourself a drink.

You look like you need it.

VERNON: Bill told me

that you were being rash and emotional,

and I guessed that you'd probably

be doing something like this.

I'm having a press conference.

To do what?

Unburden yourself? Absolve yourself?

Confess to what happened that horrible night?

If I do, then all of this is over.

And so is everything else in your life.

This is reckless and irresponsible.

Call it off.

Granddad, I have to.

Did Bill tell you the bastard is now coming after my family?

What's the deal with you?

Why have you been hanging around my kids?

Shouldn't you be asking your husband that question?

SAMANTHA: I couldn't even get Pop to tell me who Kenny was

-or how they knew each other. -And Dad doesn't know either?

-That's what I'm saying. -What could be

so messed up that Pop can't tell Dad about it?

I don't know, but whatever it is,

it has Pop totally freaked out.

He's even got the police watching the house.

-What? -Yeah.

I heard them talking about it.

Dad was all like, "What the hell is going on?"

And Pop was like, "I don't have time for this.

-I have to go protect this family." -From what?

I don't know. He wouldn't say.

Are there cops out there?

Looks like an unmarked one with two guys sitting in it.

And you haven't even heard the worst part.

Worse than having cops watch our every move?

After all that,

when they were arguing, but keeping it kind and cool,

Dad was like, "If you leave, don't come back."

Dad would never say such a thing.

If I'm lying, I'm flying.

So, then they just left?

Not together, but yeah.

Dad didn't mean that.

I hope not.

But what if they did, and I just watched them...

split up?

SMITTY: Hey.

Hey!

Let me give Martin a message for you.

Tell him he missed the deadline.

I want my money tonight.

This is blackmail.

Well, aren't you quick on the uptake,

Mr. Investigative Reporter?

Bet you thought your hubby was gonna be the hero

of this story, didn't you?

Sorry to rock your boat,

but he is the bad guy of this tale.

Bill told me how that lunatic was trying

to use Tyrell and Samantha to intimidate you.

I can't have him threatening the kids, Granddad.

And when I heard that he did that,

my blood boiled as well. But Martin...

Look, you understand why I have to put an end to this.

Yes, but a public confession is not the way to free yourself.

It has to be, for Samantha and Tyrell's safety.

Why are you against me on this?

You know what happened. You were there.

I was retaliating in an obvious hate crime.

You acted in defense of yourself and me.

It's obvious to us.

But our innocence isn't a presumption.

We didn't report it.

This opens the door for an inquest.

It invites politics to get into the equation,

sabotaging your career and your reputation.

I don't care, as long as it keeps the kids safe.

You don't have to choose

between that piece of filth and your kids.

We can get that weasel out of town.

Pay him off, keep him quiet.

It won't work.

Don't you see that's what he wants, too?

To keep this quiet so that he can keep getting paid.

His threats are empty.

You don't know that.

You haven't talked to him. I have.

And money won't be enough for... to just make him go away.

That last handoff was a disaster.

And now he's blaming us.

We already know he's insane.

But now he's insane and pissed off.

The bungled payoff was Joey's fault.

Now Joey Armstrong is a part of this?

I never should have allowed him to get involved.

We both can agree on that, Granddad.

I never would have gone along with this

if I knew that he was involved.

I gave explicit instructions to Bill to rein Joey in.

Uh, we can cut him out entirely if that's what it takes

to make you stick with the plan.

No. I don't trust anyone other than myself right now.

Not even me or Smitty?

Neither you or Smitty can undo what I've done.

When I saw that guy with Samantha...

-I can't let this continue. -Of course not.

But we can't stop that thug by playing into his hands.

Just put this press conference on hold for a couple of days

and give me a chance to prove

that we can make this problem go away.

How? By using Joey Armstrong?

He has zero incentive to listen to Bill or anyone else.

There, I disagree.

The man was incentivized enough

to keep this under wraps for two years.

Because he's a gambler,

and he wants us in his debt, under his thumb.

Difficult circumstances create unusual alliances.

Joey Armstrong is not our ally.

He operates on his own agenda.

And if he is who you had handle this situation,

we're only trading one blackmailer for another.

I've got to do this.

And the only way I'll be my own man is if I fess up.

So that's what I got to do.

So you talked to the old man?

Ah. I spoke with Senator Dupree, yes.

How much does he know

about how we're gonna deal with this problem?

I filled him in.

Huh.

Last I spoke to the good senator,

he seemed dead set on sticking

to his long-cherished principles of non-violence.

Yeah, well, since then,

our pest talked his way into Martin's place.

Yeah. Made himself at home,

alone with his son,

and then again, chatted his daughter up at the park.

That kind of threat can change a man's perspective.

[phone buzzing]

Yes.

No, Kimberly, I don't know why Congressman Richardson would be

throwing an impromptu press conference.

Where's it happening?

Worrying gets us nowhere. We've got to figure out

who this guy Kenny is and why he has beef with Pop.

A former staffer, maybe?

Uh, a lobbyist person?

Somebody Pop fired?

Or somebody who he got fired.

An ex-boyfriend?

I don't know.

But Pop told Dad and me that he'd talk when he got back.

Dad told Pop he can't come back.

And you believe that, right?

Yeah, but now I'm talking myself into thinking

that maybe it was just the "heat of the moment" thing,

and that Dad just went out for a walk to calm down.

[door closes]

-Dad? -I know you guys have a lot of questions.

Understatement of the year, Dad.

I'll do my best to answer all of 'em.

I just need a minute first.

Okay. Not much longer.

We have some coffee for anybody who wants some.

I'm just waiting for my contact at the Gazette.

[indistinct chatter]

I got this, Martin.

I can't believe you have the nerve

to show your face here.

Just curious to hear what my congressman has to say.

And I'm publicity-shy.

I'd hate for my name to come up.

Believe me, no one wants

to advertise a relationship with you

if it can be helped.

The only reason Martin thinks he has to do this

is because of the god-awful mess you made of things.

I didn't make this mess.

You know how hard it is to find good help.

Besides, it doesn't matter.

It's being taken care of as we speak.

Senator.

Did you explain, clearly, my expectations to Joey?

No going rogue?

I did, but it's your grandson who's going rogue now, Vernon.

A lot of people have stuck their necks out for him,

not just Joey.

And they did that with the understanding

that their participation would stay confidential.

I'm trying to draw him back from the edge.

He's thinking with his heart and not his head.

So, it's not so simple.

You're a father, you understand.

He believes that coming forward is the only way

he can protect his family.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I do understand.

I'll talk to him.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

Since that's non-alcoholic,

I guess there's no chance of convincing you

to play hooky with me for the rest of the day.

With everything that's going on, I think it's better

I keep my wits about me.

You know, I have to admit,

this whole... Martin thing really has me shaken up.

Yeah, I hate to be the bearer of bad news,

or at least mystifying news.

Especially right after Uncle Ted and Aunt Nicole split.

You know, growing up,

the Richardsons were always the secure,

stable branch of the family.

But now it's looking like

they were just better at hiding their drama,

while us Hamiltons let our freak flags fly.

Look, I just want to make it clear.

I don't know for a fact

that Martin's done anything wrong or illegal.

But at minimum, he's done something he's not proud of,

or else he'd be more open with Smitty.

Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.

Well, whatever he's hiding, he shouldn't,

because secrets are like poison in a relationship.

Are you thinking about your dad

and the lies about your folks breaking up?

How can I not?

It's still too soon.

But I'm also thinking about my cousins.

Yeah, Samantha was in the room

when I went by the brownstone earlier,

full of questions about what's going on.

Smitty had a hard time getting her

to leave us to talk alone.

But when she did...

What?

She needed Smitty to tell her

that everything was gonna be okay,

like she had to hear that from her dad.

She's a sweet kid.

I used to look up to my dad so much.

I had every bit of respect for Bill Hamilton.

And he cultivated that image of himself for me.

Then he cheated on my mom.

And it hit me really hard

that the man I admired wasn't who he was trying

to make me believe he was.

I just hope

that's not what Tyrell and Samantha have to face.

[speaking indistinctly]

[Smitty clears throat]

SAMANTHA: Dad,

what-what is going on? What are you doing?

-Are you going out of town? -These are Martin's.

I can't have him staying here right now.

Wait. Come on. You can't just kick him out.

Talk about it, like... like always.

Dad, please don't make him leave.

Kids, I'm sorry, but I don't have a choice.

Oh. What's this squirrel playing at?

Dad, haven't you always taught us that we can solve things

if we just lay everything out on the table and talk about it?

Yeah, like, I don't mean to be disrespectful,

but you look really upset, and you're weirding us out.

SAMANTHA: I'm so sorry

that I talked to that guy.

This... this is all my fault.

-No, Samantha. -No.

I-I shouldn't have let that guy get in my space.

I just... I-I didn't know.

I didn't understand why,

why Pop was making such a big deal about it.

But... but now I understand,

and now you don't have to do this.

Honey, it's not...

I... Look, I promise

that I'll do whatever you guys say.

I won't... I won't go anywhere that you don't want me to go.

I won't... I won't talk to anyone that I don't know.

Just, please, please don't do this.

It's okay, sis.

-SAMANTHA: It's not okay. -Samantha. Hey.

I need you to listen to me, okay?

This is not your fault.

Neither of you did anything wrong.

TYRELL: Except for me

bringing a freak stalker into the house.

You had no idea that he was dangerous.

You had no way of knowing. None of us did.

Okay, then.

Then-then let's do what you guys always tell us to do, okay?

Let-Let's talk about it.

Okay?

So, what's going on?

I... don't really know.

But we had no idea that he was dangerous,

because your pops didn't tell us anything.

We had no idea what was going on at all.

Answer Samantha's question.

I would if I knew, but I don't have an answer.

I am still piecing this together.

The one thing that I do know is

what Samantha saw your pops and I talking about earlier.

Martin did go to the police and ask them

to give us 24-hour security.

TYRELL: That says to me

that Pops was trying to have our backs.

He was.

I know that he loves us and wants to protect us,

but he should not have kept such important information from us.

We had the right to know what we were dealing with

so we could come together and decide how to handle it.

Okay, so then let's do that now.

But you have to let him come home so we can.

Senator Dupree, what a surprise.

Oh, indeed it is.

Is there a fundraiser scheduled here for this evening?

You have your hands in so many charitable pies.

Oh, well, no. I'm here for Martin.

He's throwing a... a last-minute press conference.

Hmm. It must have to do with some piece

of legislation or other.

I hope you won't be offended,

but I don't really follow politics.

[chuckling]: Oh. Not at all.

But if you're here to order food,

I'm afraid the staff has gone home for the day.

Oh, I'm actually here to meet with a client.

-Quite an accomplished chef in his own right. -Oh.

If they let him loose in that kitchen,

he could whip up something amazing.

Well, I... I don't think

anyone fitting that description has arrived yet.

There he is.

That's not a chef. That's Joey Armstrong.

Yup, it is.

Mm. You work with him?

That's hardly the kind of...

person I think you'd be working with.

I sell real estate, Vernon.

If he was on the hunt for an underground lair,

-I'd sell it to him. -[chuckles]

Excuse me.

Bill Hamilton, good afternoon.

Vanessa, you look exquisite.

Never mind that. What are we doing here?

-Martin. -Bill, if you're trying

to talk me out of this, you are wasting your breath.

This has gone on long enough, and I'm through listening

to threats and anyone's advice but my own.

Okay, no, see, you've misunderstood.

I'm here to stand by you, whatever you decide.

-You what? Yeah.

Yeah, but don't get me wrong.

I think you're making the wrong decision.

Given enough time, we can still persuade our friend the busboy

that it's in his own best interest

to resume his quiet little life

in some faraway wilderness and leave you alone.

No, I'm done lying.

Living in fear is over now.

And I don't plan on spending the rest of my life

-dancing to that man's tune. -Hmm.

Or Armstrong's, either.

Or even yours.

Okay, then I guess I have no choice

than to respect your decision.

But if you're absolutely sure you want to reveal what happened

on that horrific night, you're going to need one hell

of a good defense attorney.

I can't believe you're offering.

Well, why not?

I mean, come on, man. I've known you your whole life.

Your mother was my sister-in-law.

I mean, we're family.

I don't want to see you go through this alone.

I accept, and I appreciate your support.

All right.

Oh. I think that's everyone.

Look, you've got to be thirsty.

Why don't you go get some water? I'll introduce you.

-Thanks, Bill. -All right.

Thank you all for coming out this afternoon.

Seems like we almost have everyone here,

so just sit tight, and we'll get started shortly.

Thanks.

What the hell was that?

You're supposed to be talking him out of it.

-What are you doing? -I'm stalling.

And what good would postponing this disaster do?

We got to put a stop to this.

Do you have a plan for that?

It's incubating, all right? Trust me.

Hi, everyone. My name is Bill Hamilton.

Now, many of you may know me from my law firm,

and others of you may know me as being an avid supporter

of our congressman here

since the beginning of his political career.

Also, I've been his uncle since the beginning of his life.

I've always been very proud of this young man

but never more so than in this moment right now.

Since he was knee-high to a duck,

I always knew that Martin would be a politician.

I think I remember one summer, Martin was about six years old,

and I decided to support his fledgling business

and visit his little lemonade stand.

And Martin,

well, he managed to convince me to buy five lemonades.

[laughter]

Yeah, that's right-- five.

And you know what he told me?

He said the only reason he put up his lemonade stand was

to raise money so that his two best friends

could have the same skateboards as the one

that his father was able to afford to get him.

Always thinking of others.

That's Martin Richardson in a nutshell.

A generous, community-minded everyman.

I hear you about hating spouses keeping secrets from each other.

But?

Not really a "but." More "I wonder."

I wonder if I shouldn't have told you

what Martin and Smitty are going through.

Why are you saying that?

We share everything with each other, don't we?

-Yes, we do. -Okay.

But I can see how much it worries you.

And at this point,

there's nothing either of us can do until we know more.

Yeah.

But don't feel bad.

I was already feeling...

-helpless and frustrated because of June. -Yeah.

I mean, I have done everything to get her to open up to me,

and she just won't

or can't tell me about her past life and family.

I mean, there has to be somebody that misses her

or wants to help take care of her

if they knew about her situation.

Wait. What about that phone number?

The one on the photo she carries around?

Oh, don't you think that was a dead end?

The person hung up on me when I called

before they even talked to me.

Well, take it from your cop husband.

Usually when somebody doesn't answer you the first time,

you ask again.

You never know. They could have been having a bad day.

-They could have had laryngitis. -[laughs]

Just give it another shot.

Okay.

Sure.

-It can't hurt, right? -Yeah.

TYRELL: Yeah, Pop, I'm on Samantha's side

on this one.

You have to at least give Pop a chance to explain.

It's only fair.

This secret with Kenny is not the only thing

he's been keeping from us.

-Okay, then what else? -He's been keeping things

for months.

And I have given him every opportunity to explain himself.

We've-we've been arguing about it for a while now.

I'm sure that you guys have sensed the tension between us.

Sure, we have.

But all of our friends' parents, get into it.

It's normal.

You and Pop are married.

You're not supposed to just give up.

You're supposed to try to work things out, you know?

Yeah.

And that is what I hope happens.

But... what is the one rule that this family has?

BOTH: Everybody tells everybody everything.

Exactly.

And that we make all decisions based on safety.

Your pop knowingly invited somebody into our lives

that he knew was a threat, and he didn't tell us about it.

That is unacceptable.

BILL: And that is

the very politician that he became.

A congressman who cares very much

about all of his constituents,

whether they voted for him or not.

And as many of you may also know...

Why'd you make me drop everything to come to this?

You don't strike me as the political type.

Can't it be because I miss you?

Could be, but I doubt it.

If this were just a get-together,

we could've met up anywhere.

Uptown, your casino.

Why here? What's this about?

I don't want to tell you.

I'm having too much fun watching you connect the dots.

I don't think it was about wanting to see me at all.

I think it was about wanting to be seen withme

in a public place

where there are reporters and camerapeople,

all unimpeachable witnesses.

As if at some point, should you need to prove your whereabouts,

you could easily prove you were here rather than anywhere else.

I'm an alibi, aren't I?

A walking, talking cover for you.

Shh.

Building up your courage?

Maybe this photo will be June's good luck charm.

Here goes nothing.

[line ringing]

Hello?

Please, please don't hang up.

My name is Naomi.

Naomi Hamilton Hawthorne.

And I'm just calling to see if you know somebody named June?

Or-or maybe that's not her real name.

I'm not sure. I'm just...

I'm trying to help her out.

[line clicks]

No. No, no. You don't just.,,

You don't get to do that, okay?

No, you don't get to hang up on me like that. No.

That's right, Naomi. You tell 'em.

-Should I call 'em back? -Damn straight.

-Call 'em back, babe. -Okay.

-Call 'em back. -Okay, okay, okay.

[line ringing]

WOMAN: Don't call this number again.

My sister is dead to me.

I'm really sorry.

I know that this is going to be hard... for all of us.

But I...

I can't let this situation with your pop keep spiraling.

Things have become unmanageable.

But if he doesn't live here, then where will he go?

He has plenty of family that can take him in.

For how long?

I don't know.

But like I said, there are a lot of issues

that we need to resolve, so...

it could be a while.

But no matter what happens...

things are gonna be okay.

How? They're not okay now.

And you're making him leave.

Come here.

Come here.

Listen, everybody, I could go on and on

about what a man of the people Martin Richardson is.

And why shouldn't I?

I mean, he's done more to uplift the community

than anyone else who's held the job.

-And lastly, I'd like... -Oh, Bill, thank you so much

for that generous introduction,

but, in fact, I think it's time

to get this press conference started.

I have enjoyed

representing my district these past few years.

I would like to thank each and every one of my constituents

for putting their faith in me.

I owe a lot of that trust to my grandfather...

[phone buzzes]

...who spent decades fighting for the best interests

of people in the community and across the country.

But there have also been times when...

...times...

[indistinct, overlapping chatter]

Um, we apologize.

We have to cut this presser short.

We have a family emergency.

What? This never happened before.

[indistinct, overlapping chatter]

It's over.

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